Chapter 1,165

One evening a few days later, Harry, Ron and Ginny were lining up by the kitchen fire to return to Hogwarts.

For security reasons, this time the Ministry of Magic arranged a temporary Floo network connection to bring students back to school safely.

The Hogwarts Express seems a little unsafe at this juncture. After all, a train that crosses half of England, especially one carrying key figures like Harry Potter, is not something that the Ministry of Magic can rest assured about. things.

Since Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill and Fleur were all at work, Mrs. Weasley was the only one to see them off.

In fact, Mrs. Weasley cried when they parted. No doubt Mrs. Weasley has been particularly sentimental lately; ever since Percy burst out of the house on Christmas Day wearing glasses splattered with parsnip juice (Fred, George and Ginny all claimed credit), she's been will start crying.

Percy is back?

But it's not the way everyone imagined, but at least it made Harry feel good, but Scrimgeour was not so friendly. Speaking of which, this was the first time in Harry's life that he had calmly ridiculed someone...

In other words, a department, an entire authority, or a country...

Oh, sorry, although the Ministry of Magic may represent a country in a sense, as a turning point, Fudge does not seem to play a very good role in connecting the past and the following, or even, being seized of power?

In any case, a regime that has lost credibility does not seem to have any representative significance. Even if the new leader is working hard to change, Scrimgeour's approach still has not changed much. In essence, perhaps Scrimgeour Jay is just Fudge who has a different perspective and is a little more decisive.

Fanlin got this from his appearance. After all, Scrimgeour was a bit more fierce than Fudge.

But these are not that important to Harry. Even if Fanlin once systematically analyzed the current situation of the Ministry of Magic with him, he doesn't know how much Harry listened.

Perhaps this is because Dumbledore invited Fanlin and Hermione and left him at the Burrow for a few days?

Anyway, this made Harry a little unhappy, but there were more important things to do at the moment, such as how to appease a sentimental middle-aged woman who might become his mother-in-law?

However, Ginny now has a boyfriend.

Harry's mood was a little complicated, if that's possible...

"Stop crying, Mum," Ginny patted Mrs. Weasley on the back, who was sobbing into her daughter's shoulder. "It's fine……"

"Yeah, don't worry about us," Ron asked his mother to kiss him hard on the cheek, "and don't worry about Percy. He's just a big fool, and it's really not a loss, is it?"

Mrs. Weasley cried harder as she hugged Harry.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself...and stay out of trouble..."

Harry could accept the first sentence happily, but the second sentence... wasn't this something he often said to Fred and George?

Harry felt that his image could be saved simply...

"I always have, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "I like a quiet life, you know me."

perhaps?

In fact, even Harry himself would have questions of one kind or another.

However, this kind of rhetoric is easier to use than Fred and George. Look, this is credibility...

Mrs. Weasley smiled through her tears and stood aside.

"Then be on your best behavior, all of you..."

Harry stepped into the emerald flames and shouted, "Hogwarts!" with a final brief glance at the Weasley kitchen and Mrs. Weasley's tear-stained face before being engulfed in flames; He spun quickly, with other wizards' houses blurring in front of his eyes, but they disappeared before he could see clearly; then he began to slow down, and finally stopped firmly in the fireplace of Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall barely raised her eyes as he crawled out of the fireplace.

"Good evening, Potter. Please try not to bring ashes onto the carpet."

"Oh, okay, Professor." Harry stood up somewhat cautiously, adjusted his glasses, and wiped his hair, when Ron spun out of the fireplace. After Ginny also came out, they left Professor McGonagall's office and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

Harry glanced outside as he passed the corridor window; the sun was already low on the horizon, and the ground was covered with snow thicker than in the garden of the Burrow. In the distance he could see Hagrid feeding Buckbeak in front of his hut.

"Joker's cane," Ron said confidently. They had reached the Fat Lady. She looked paler than usual and was startled by Ron's loud voice.

"No," she said.

"What does 'no' mean?"

"New password," the fat lady said weakly. "And please don't yell."

"But we went home, how could we-?"

"Hey, Harry! Ginny!" Hermione hurried over to them, her face flushed, wearing a cloak, hat and gloves. Followed by Fanlin, it can be seen that the two people have Covered with snow, perhaps due to the lack of people, the corridors of Hogwarts Castle were unusually cold this year.

"We just got back a few hours ago, and I just went to see Hagrid and Buck—Weatherwin, I mean," she gasped. "How was your Christmas?"

"Yeah," Ron felt a little uncomfortable. He seemed to be ignored, so he immediately said, "A lot of things happened, Rufus Skrein——"

But Hermione obviously had no intention of taking care of him.

"I have something for you, Harry," Hermione said without looking at Ron or showing that she heard what Ron said. "Oh, wait a minute—word. Quit drinking."

"Correct," the Fat Lady said feebly, opening the portrait to reveal the portrait hole.

"What happened to her?" Harry asked.

"Obviously overindulged during Christmas," Fan Lin rolled his eyes and led the way to the crowded common room.

"She and her friend Violet drank all the wine in that painting, the 'Drunken Monk' painting in the hallway of the Charms classroom downstairs. Anyway..." Hermione continued, looking It looked like the two of them were having a cross talk, but Harry was the only one in the audience.

Hermione rummaged in her pocket for a while and pulled out a roll of parchment with Dumbledore's handwriting on it.

"Great," Harry quickly untied it and discovered that Dumbledore's next lesson was scheduled for tomorrow evening. "I have a lot to tell him—and you. Let's sit down and talk—"

But at this moment, there was a sudden loud scream of "Wow-Wow!", and Lavender Brown flew over from nowhere and threw herself into Ron's arms. Several people nearby chuckled.

To be honest, Lavender was a little too enthusiastic, but Ron didn't seem to adapt to it.

But this at least alleviated Ron's embarrassment of being ignored. In fact, Ron also figured out that Hermione was his good friend. His previous behavior was indeed a bit bad for a boy, but now, it is obvious that He Min takes the initiative.

"Oh, okay, leave them both alone." Hermione said quickly, completely ignoring Ron who was feeding Harry dog ​​food.

It seems that she often does this too...ever since the Three Witches Fighting Competition?

"Hey, there's a table over here...come over here, Ginny?"

"No, thank you, I agreed to meet Dean," but Harry couldn't help but notice that her voice was not very enthusiastic. Leaving behind Ron and Lavender, who were having an upright wrestling match, Fan Lin led Hermione and sat down at the empty table.

"How was Christmas for you two?" Harry asked quickly.

"Oh, we'll talk about it later..." Fan Lin said with a headache, being chased by a group of skeletons. This was not an entertainment project that could make people relax.

"Compared to this..." Hermione hesitated. Obviously, at least she couldn't tell Harry about going to the North Pole. It was better to leave this to Fan Lin. After all, he was better at this and had hidden it from them for more than two years. .

"How are you doing at Ginny's house."

"I'll tell you right away," Harry said. "Hermione, can't you-?"

"Yes, I can't," she said flatly. "So don't work in vain."

"You know, I thought after a Christmas vacation-" Harry wanted to argue for Ron, but obviously, Hermione didn't intend to let Ron go so easily.

Teach Ron a lesson?

Come on, she's not Ginny, and strictly speaking, Hermione has nothing to do with the Weasley family.

Well, they were friends, and now, Ron was blacklisted.

"It was the Fat Lady who drank up a barrel of wine that had been brewed for five hundred years, Harry, not me. What important news do you want to tell me?" She looked so fierce that Harry knew there was no point in arguing with her at this time. So the topic of Ron was dropped.

"Okay..." Harry shrugged helplessly at Fan Lin. It seemed that Harry had also decided to give up on helping Ron. This was definitely a thankless task, and what if it happened because of Well, Harry is being blacklisted by Hermione...

With Hermione's temper, this is not an impossible thing. On the contrary, Hermione can definitely do it. If Harry plans to talk to Hermione in the next month, it is best to give up this unpleasant situation. A reasonable thought.

"At Ron... I mean, Ginny... oh, Mrs. Weasley's house..." Harry said a little badly, "Technically speaking, things are going pretty well."

"Strictly speaking?" Hermione raised her voice. "When did you start talking like that?"

"Hehe... This is not a bad thing." Fan Lin quickly took over. Hermione's temper has been a bit explosive in the past two days. The gentle, cute and slightly sexy Hermione was gone forever on the road of being a mistress. , Fanlin can clearly feel the decline of his status.

Using what Sirius taught him?

Marriage is the end of love?

What a mess this is...

Sirius, an old bachelor, has never even found a decent girlfriend.

Fan Lin was not going to give Hermione the chance to continue punishing him, "So, is there anything special?"

"Oh, there are some," Harry said. "I had a dream."

"About Voldemort?"

"Uh..." Harry hesitated, "I'm not sure..."

"I mean, I didn't see any images of Voldemort in my dream, but in fact I think..."

"He's right there, right? Is this all related to Voldemort?" Fan Lin said.

"Oh, yes!" Harry looked at the junior students who had just come in from outside, as well as Lavender and Ron who were already nibbling together.

"Actually, I feel related to Voldemort. It's very real, but very vague."

"Oh, please, that's for sure." Fan Lin shook his head, "It's impossible for Voldemort to open his spiritual world to you without any defense, especially after he suffered a loss, and wanted to deceive him through you. It’s a difficult thing to do. In fact, I’m surprised you can still see the image, so what’s that about?”

"Darkness...I smell the smell of blood, discordant light, and the cry of children. Of course, it's not limited to that." Harry said, "But every time I want to see the hazy picture clearly, will be pushed out.”

"Push it out?"

"Just when I wake up, my spirit resists me doing that. It's very dangerous. It's like installing an...alarm in my head?" Harry tried to describe those feelings, "Oh, by the way, I also watched Something stood up, but I wasn’t sure what it was, but if it came close, I would be pushed out.”

"When did it happen?" Fan Lin asked.

"Before Christmas, I didn't pay much attention to it at first," Harry said. "However, I saw it a few times later. It might be different sometimes, but I can't remember clearly. It was very vague."

"Oh," Fan Lin had a headache. He had just extracted himself from a pile of junk, and then he fell into another hole?

This was not an interesting life experience. Although Fanlin had thought that it might not be smooth sailing on his life path, the way it looked now, the road in front of him was definitely devastated.

Sometimes it's the hole dug by Dumbledore, sometimes it's Harry, it's Tom Riddle, it's Death, or some other god?

This is no fun at all.

"What's wrong with you... don't you feel well?" Harry asked, "Do you need..."

"Oh, it's okay, there's nothing wrong with me, I just have some... Can Hermione give me some comfort?" Fan Lin said shamelessly, and then without waiting for Hermione to react, he fell towards Hermione.

It was rare that Hermione didn't avoid it. This was a breakthrough.

After honestly explaining everything about Death and the like, this was the first time Hermione had let him come so close.

Is the time for sanctions over?

Fanlin couldn't help but think happily.

But Harry looked a little confused. He could clearly see the impatience on Hermione's face. It was like an accusation. For example, it should be translated as, he has never seen such a shameless person.

That's what it meant, at least with Harry's brain, he couldn't think of any good explanation.

"I advise you to act like a human being or, if you don't want to, I don't mind if you use Animagus!" Hermione said coldly, and Fan Lin was not moved at all.

"So, what happened to you two?" Harry swallowed.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, it's just a little internal conflict within the family, it's harmless, it's harmless..." Fan Lin sat up with a sneer, his expression unnatural.

"So, what happened next?"

"What happened next?"

"Of course it's a dream." Fan Lin said. With such an interruption, they almost forgot what they were discussing before.

"Oh, later..." (To be continued)